Black & White Novels & Stories

He whispers and concentrates on the road to the end of the trip. We stop at a sophisticated clinic both inside and out. The decor is a mix of white and gray, predominantly the second option with the exceptions of the times the specialists circulate in their colorless uniforms, making the contest more fair. And seeing Adam arrive dressed all in black, causes a clutter in the environment and my eyesight is grateful. It is as if white has the power to be a mirror and I am looking into the inner self. And nobody deserves to be looking into the void...

_ Mate looked so much better in our shirt," Mr. Wolf grumbled. Bianca had pulled her hair up into a french bun with the pins from the night before. However, she felt her hair fall to the small of her back as she reached for her shoes. She turned quickly. She raised both hands to hold her hair back and glanced at the floor to look for the pins that had escaped. Bianca hiccupped in surprise as she saw Black standing again, inches away from her. She looked at him from head to toe. Black was, as usual, dressed entirely in black. He was wearing perfectly pressed black cotton pants and his Italian leather shoes. Nevertheless, he had chosen a V-neck top with long cotton sleeves. He had rolled up th

Katie had turned her entire closet upside down and yet she could not find any suitable clothes in the colour 'gray' she could wear to work tommorow. Gritting her teeth, she cursed whoever it had been that'd brought about the change of color code. Like seriously,what kind of colours were black, white and ash?! So dull! But she'd have to adhere to the colour code whether she liked it or not. Except she was ready to start looking for another good paying job in another multi trillion dollar firm.

Dylan replied. It looked like a wonderful scenery. Two wolves were sitting beside each other in front of a large while looking at the moon. The moon was also giving them a glow. Their colors were totally opposite from each other. One was pure white. White was a color that could grab any color and transfer in it. The other one was pure black. The most dominant color. No matter what color you tried to mix with it, it would change the color into it. They were two different ranks too.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

he asked pointing out the obvious. "No", Bartimaeus answered shocking Sasha slightly, "Black would be an obvious color, but black usually has some positive implications, such as strength, authority, elegance, formality, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. Black is required for all other colors to have depth and variation of hue. It's actually quite a prestigious color, however people always associate it with evil and darkness", he sighed, "But that's human. I've learned, discrimination based on color, just seems normal", he shrugged accepting.

He tapped her but she was still feeling quite sleepy. "This woman is a headache" he grunted and Bethany opened her eyes. "Who are you calling a "headache"? Huh?" She dragged Xavier to herself and his eyes bulged looking intensively at her. ******************************* Blaze walked out of her room wearing fitted black leather trousers and black fancy leather boots. She had a black leather jacket over a black singleton. Her choker necklace fitted her well alongside her dark shades. Her hair was stylishly parked into a ponytail. Her lips were smeared with black lipstick. She looked stunning. Jason wore a black face cap and black shades. He pulled his black leather jacket on top of his black

"Oh." "And no, black isn't my favorite color. It's white." He answered, glancing at her, then down at her white dress. "Well, black is my favorite color." She said. "Why?" "That color represents my depressing life..." she said with a self-deprecating laugh. Black represented death and sorrow in her life. She had lost too many people she had held dear to her. Her Mama, Papa, Ethan, and... Tears prickled her eyes, but she blinked furiously, refusing to let him see them. She turned to the man in black. Black also served other meanings.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

he whispered, his eyes narrowed in concentration. I nodded, my muscles tensing in anticipation. "Prepare yourselves," I ordered, my voice low but commanding. With a primal roar, we burst forth from the cover of the trees, our battle cries echoing through the night. The Rival pack was caught off guard, their Alpha taken aback by our sudden onslaught. "Slay them all!" I bellowed, my voice cutting through the chaos of battle. Swords clashed, claws tore through fur, and teeth sank into flesh as the two packs collided in a whirlwind of violence. Flames erupted from the underbrush as firebombs were hurled into the fray, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.